_________________Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idi-ot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

_________________Drifting into the lives...seep into the soul where emotions hide...
Dark skies were beating me down with shadows
Of deceit slashing at trust till it forever bleeds..
With doubt, with pain, with trust is ...pain...